Too early, surely

While phoning the charming Alice yesterday, from work, I found she was engrossed in putting up the Christmas tree in the condo window; although as we are on the 36th floor I am not sure how well it will be seen from outside.

Every year I complain at the earliness that the tree goes up, but I have learnt it does no good at all. The first free moment after mid-summer's day (or so it seems) the damn thing goes up. There was one good thing, as the day darkened, I ambled up to the window and saw that over the other side of the pool there was a tree in another condo window also with sparkling lights.

So my biggest concern, that we would be the first to put up the tree and turn on the lights, is no more. Next comes the big fight on 12th night, since this marks the official downing of the tree - everywhere except where we are, that is.

But let's all hope for that other well-known Xmas sentiment, which is held by all sensible people of whatever religion and, one hopes, throughout the year and not just at certain times.